“You can have as many dates as you want,” he said, pulling the straps of her dress down and kissing her shoulders, fondling her breasts through the dress. “As long as I can keep touching you, keep seeing you.”
Adele sat up. She’d been lost to his touch a moment ago, but now she was looking at him with fear in her eyes. Once she’d been prepared for, once she was okay with. Maybe that made her a cliche, but he was the hottest, most alluring man she’d ever laid eyes on and she wanted him. But now he was saying things like as many dates as you want and it was going straight to her heart.“Shit!” she said, jumping to her feet. “Date is over.”“Wait, what?”“Remember that ball I told you about? I have to go.”She pulled her straps back in place and started running through the castle and back down the hill. Aria hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. A second absence from an official royal engagement would be noticed, especially this time. Etha2019, December 8th & 9th Things didn’t go well for Aria after she and Troy started their little poker tournament. He was absolutely merciless. His teaching style was more throwing you in the deep end than letting you have floaties. He didn’t stop her from taking her clothes off either. Never one to back down from a fight, she could hardly say no. She had been the one to start it after all. It didn’t take very long before she didn’t have a stitch on. As he watched her underwear drop, Troy felt that he had definitely better leave now. He had to give it to her, she had guts. Too much for his liking just then. He walked over to her, taking her in, appreciating the toned body he wasn't going to let himself have just yet. Troy was a gentleman in the truest sense or at least he wanted to be, was trying to be. No matter how sure he was he was walking into a trap, he couldn't make himself stop going to her. Her tricks weren't wrapped up in deceit. She'd let him know exactly what was going t
Back at the Maine residence the following morning, Emily had just opened her gates to her uninvited guest. "Where are they? Where is she?" Aaron asked. “Hello to you too,” said Emily, closing the door. “And I have no idea where they are. I was stood up.” Aaron sat down and threw his head into his hands, then got back up and started for the door. He must really be drunk. He was listening to Henry and doing stupid shit. What was he going to do even if he did find her? His mind was a mess. He’d probably just push her further into Troy’s arms, not that he imagined she needed help with that at this point. They’d spent the night together, heaven knows where. Troy didn’t strike Aaron as the kind of guy to drag his feet on this kind of thing. “Hey come on, you look like you’re drunk out of your mind. Sit down. Have some water or something.” He walked back into the house, went straight for the kitchen and started opening cabinets until he found the vodka, opened the bottle and started
2017, June 4th(Caines, Terres Somnia)Another insufferable ball.The excuse for it?It was his birthday.Lord Bartholomew Arden would rather be sitting in his room preparing for midterms. Duke Arden took Bart around the room to meet with the nobles in attendance. Their dealings with the Arden House were drilled into Bart's head. As though Bart weren't already aware of them all. He would have given many things to not have to endure this night.Grievances aside, there was one thing Bart looked forward to about tonight. He might get to see Caroline. Things between their families were still very unstable. Bart hadn't seen CC since the last time she came home from boarding school.Unknown to King Henry, electing to spend the year abroad was step one in shunning his wishes for her. She intended to attend fashion school next year.Bart didn't know if his birthday was a good enough reason to bring her home right before midterms.Relief washed over Bart as his mother approached with a friend i
Caroline (CC) Condor was halfway through clearing the lower level of the Arden ballroom. As she steadily made her way to the stairs, he came out of nowhere. He was in front of her before she knew it. She tried to sidestep him, the way she had every man who tried to ask her to dance up until now. However, this one was not to be turned away. This man was a prince.He bowed gracefully for her and she gave a quick curtsy, before trying to escape again.“Prince—” he began.“I know who you are,” she said hastily, stopping in her tracks.The prince smiled.“A woman after my own heart. No introductions needed then, Princess Caroline,” he said, bowing once more. He held out a hand to her. “However, I wouldn’t say no to a dance.”Five minutes passed, then ten and Bart finally admitted to himself that he was waiting for her to show up. Why hadn’t she reached him yet? His curiosity getting the better of him, he turned back around and wished he hadn't. It was a waking nightmare. The kind where she
CC and Bart were trading outright glares now. It seemed she didn’t appreciate his dancing with another woman either. Bart didn’t like how CC was looking at him. Or did he? Maybe he liked it a lot. He wasn’t sure. She was getting into his head and he was having trouble focusing on the woman in his arms.Aria Maine had been slighted once too many times tonight. It was one thing for The Casanova of Casanova to ditch her for her cousin on the dance floor. Being danced with by a man who was gawking at another woman was something else altogether. She was a damn knock out and she bloody well knew it. Feeling somehow like she knew this man, what with Ethan talking about him nonstop, she felt she could do it. So she did. She pulled Bart’s distracted head down to her and kissed his cheek.Even Bartholomew couldn’t not look. Her amber eyes demanded attention as he towered over her. When next he laid eyes on CC, he had to do a double take, they both did.“Wow, you guys are liberal about what happe
December 3rd, 2019(Caines, Terres Somnia)CC's birthday was coming up. She had only recently started getting her dress ready for her birthday and planning for the next fashion show. Bart was glad to see it. The queen's absence finally seemed to be weighing on her less. CC even applied for fashion school next year. Bart liked watching his fiancee. Shortly after they got engaged, he got himself a very comfortable bean bag chair that he placed in her office. When he dropped by and she complained that she didn't need a babysitter, he swore that he just needed somewhere to study. And he did study. He got through tons of material during his time at the fashion house. Did it take him twice as long as usual because he spent half of the time watching her work? Yes, but she didn't need to know that. It might not seem sensible that it pleased him so much just to watch her, but then there was a time when he would have given anything just to lay eyes on her. A time when they were forbidden. Even
Bart gulped as he watched her shirt hit the floor. What was he supposed to do with her shirtless and on top of him, threatening to take off more as she kissed her way down his body? The last two nights he'd managed to get her to fizzle out while spooning her and she'd fallen asleep in his arms. He’d hoped he had deterred her. Instead having caught on, CC only became emboldened. She already had them both half naked. His fingers dancing to the tune of her melody up her back, heading for her bra. Stop. Tell her they needed to talk. He wanted to, he really did, but all his willpower went into not flipping them over and tearing the rest of her clothes off. "I love you," she said, innocent eyes staring down into his. The hot air from her lips mixed with his as he felt the bra he didn't know he had unclasped gave way under his fingers. Fuck. He was going to stop now, wasn't he? Her lips pulled up into a smile as she pulled the zipper of her shorts down. He found himself helping her
"Get out," she’d said, taking one look at his greek god—like body and apparently deciding she was going to pass. She sat down at her dresser and took in her new hairdo. And as she did, so did he. His mouth went dry, jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing a knee length, violet dress. On her feet she wore classical black high heels. Aaron had always had a thing for black heels. Everything came together with a charming diamond necklace to subtly draw attention to her rack, which ladies and gentlemen, was also fantastic. And then of course there was the new haircut. Gone was the girl next door. There was no ponytail today and probably wouldn't be for a while. The way the chin length haircut framed her face made it look like red hair was invented for her. Wait, did she just tell him to get out? Aaron promptly slipped out of the bed and went to stand behind her, making sure she got a good look in the mirror. She looked, of course she did, she ran her eyes all the way down his body, sur
Back at the Maine residence the following morning, Emily had just opened her gates to her uninvited guest. "Where are they? Where is she?" Aaron asked. “Hello to you too,” said Emily, closing the door. “And I have no idea where they are. I was stood up.” Aaron sat down and threw his head into his hands, then got back up and started for the door. He must really be drunk. He was listening to Henry and doing stupid shit. What was he going to do even if he did find her? His mind was a mess. He’d probably just push her further into Troy’s arms, not that he imagined she needed help with that at this point. They’d spent the night together, heaven knows where. Troy didn’t strike Aaron as the kind of guy to drag his feet on this kind of thing. “Hey come on, you look like you’re drunk out of your mind. Sit down. Have some water or something.” He walked back into the house, went straight for the kitchen and started opening cabinets until he found the vodka, opened the bottle and started
2019, December 8th & 9th Things didn’t go well for Aria after she and Troy started their little poker tournament. He was absolutely merciless. His teaching style was more throwing you in the deep end than letting you have floaties. He didn’t stop her from taking her clothes off either. Never one to back down from a fight, she could hardly say no. She had been the one to start it after all. It didn’t take very long before she didn’t have a stitch on. As he watched her underwear drop, Troy felt that he had definitely better leave now. He had to give it to her, she had guts. Too much for his liking just then. He walked over to her, taking her in, appreciating the toned body he wasn't going to let himself have just yet. Troy was a gentleman in the truest sense or at least he wanted to be, was trying to be. No matter how sure he was he was walking into a trap, he couldn't make himself stop going to her. Her tricks weren't wrapped up in deceit. She'd let him know exactly what was going t
“You can have as many dates as you want,” he said, pulling the straps of her dress down and kissing her shoulders, fondling her breasts through the dress. “As long as I can keep touching you, keep seeing you.”Adele sat up. She’d been lost to his touch a moment ago, but now she was looking at him with fear in her eyes. Once she’d been prepared for, once she was okay with. Maybe that made her a cliche, but he was the hottest, most alluring man she’d ever laid eyes on and she wanted him. But now he was saying things like as many dates as you want and it was going straight to her heart.“Shit!” she said, jumping to her feet. “Date is over.”“Wait, what?”“Remember that ball I told you about? I have to go.”She pulled her straps back in place and started running through the castle and back down the hill. Aria hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. A second absence from an official royal engagement would be noticed, especially this time. Etha
“Not sure if that’s going to do you any good, but hey, chivalry and all that,” he said, taking the place in. “You don’t happen to have dry clothes in your mystery bag, do you?” But she had already opened the bag and it was lying on the floor empty. Aaron picked it up and threw it over his shoulder. He’d lost track of her while taking in the castle, wondering what it looked like when it was first built. “This is really what you wanted to see today?” he asked, as he wandered around looking for her. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to come here and see this place. I think it’s absolutely breathtaking.” A melody filled the castle’s empty walls, heartbreakingly loving and soothing. As he seeked it out, the melody turned passionate, fierce, unforgiving like a dance between a man and a woman desperately in love, drowning in it. Aaron picked up the pace, really looking for her now. “I’m sure it was something in its day, but now it’s-” He stopped short, finally laying eyes on h
2017, October 9th Aaron was lying in the middle of a field of flowers on a hill that offered a view of ruins of a castle. They had been headed that way, were still he thought, only he didn't want to ruin the moment. He liked having her so close, liked watching his fingers go up and down her body without her protesting. She'd even let him drag his fingers through her silky, long flames like he'd always wanted to. This was not what he should be doing, not at all, but when Adele showed up this morning declaring that there was peace at the castle after all and asked him out on a date, he was so flabbergasted that he ended up just watching her, letting her drag him along wherever she wanted. "It turns out Duke Dormer was meeting with Diane to relay messages from her brother Dean to her. The royal palace is hosting a ball to welcome the so called Prince of Wars, Prince Dean, tonight. Also, now that that's settled, want to go out with me?" she'd said all in one breath. Aaron grinned, ze
2017, October 9th Aaron was lying in the middle of a field of flowers on a hill that offered a view of ruins of a castle. They had been headed that way, were still he thought, only he didn't want to ruin the moment. He liked having her so close, liked watching his fingers go up and down her body without her protesting. She'd even let him drag his fingers through her silky, long flames like he'd always wanted to. This was not what he should be doing, not at all, but when Adele showed up this morning declaring that there was peace at the castle after all and asked him out on a date, he was so flabbergasted that he ended up just watching her, letting her drag him along wherever she wanted. "It turns out Duke Dormer was meeting with Diane to relay messages from her brother Dean to her. The royal palace is hosting a ball to welcome the so called Prince of Wars, Prince Dean, tonight. Also, now that that's settled, want to go out with me?" she'd said all in one breath. Aaron grinned, ze
This little speech gave Troy pause. He didn’t know if Dean would tell him, but he had to ask. Maybe something would slip out, maybe he could make his older brother show his hand a little. Troy went up to Dean, watching him closely as he stuck his nose in Dean’s face. “Isn’t it about time we inspired something else? What would you rather we do Dean? Who would you like to hand Diane’s crown to?” “Diane is lovely, truly the apex of my heart, but she’s as naive as her fiance. Monarchs need to be made of a certain something. Like you, like me.” Troy grabbed his brother by the throat, squeezing mercilessly. “Let me be clear Dean. If Diane or Ethan or anyone from this household come to any harm because of you, if you reach for the crown, if you even think about it, I will make you my enemy for life. I won’t stop until you’re dead.” The brothers were staring each other down. Their eyes were the mirror of each other’s, dark death in them, as Dean ripped his brother’s hand from his throa
2017, October 9th “Rule number three, CC. This is especially important tonight. The person you’re about to meet is no joke. He’s barely even human. He will exploit any little weakness you show,” Troy warned. “Sounds familiar,” CC said sarcastically. She was still angry about the way she’d let him play with her, the way he’d handled the proposal, something she may never get again if she did end up married to him in three days. Glass houses though. She was going to use the night as a means to a literal end herself, but he ended up one upping her. What’s worse, when it was happening she could almost see it, being married to him. Troy was smart, passionate, took control of a room and handled things. Clearly she had a type because all the things she liked about him reminded her of Bart. If there was no Bart, she was sure she would have fallen for him that very first night, because unlike Bart, Troy came for her, and continued to come for her. Even now when they were fighting, he was w
“Believe this if you believe nothing else I say. I came for you. And maybe I got sidetracked along the way, maybe we both did, but all that was before last night. I hadn't met the incredible woman from last night yet. Hadn’t decided that I don't care about the other guys as long as you say I'm the one you want yet. Hadn't kissed you yet. Hadn't decided that this woman really needs my help learning poker yet.” She finally laughed again. “I’ll teach you whatever you want me to, but it doesn’t have to be all at once. Isn’t it about time we gave our time to people who actually want it? To each other? I’m here Aria. I want you and I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me to.” Her lips, her tongue, the warmth of her mouth were all so uninhibited as she slammed them against his and flew into his arms that he was second guessing himself, afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold back after all. He wasn't wrong. There was another guy, but this time she didn't want there to be anymore. There